Post by Moon Seeker// on Jan 1, 2010 18:31:17 GMT -5
Name: Mokri Nìtsamsiyu
Age: 22 years
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Race: Na'vi
Tribe: Rokure
Mount: Ikran
He is indigo, with green streaks lining his body. She has named him Karyu, meaning 'teacher', because she believes he can teach her things that another could not. He is middle-aged for an Ikran, and very dignified and serious, unless he feels rather happy that day. This might be the only time one may see him poke fun and tease with his partner. He is very affectionate with her though, and always places his nose in the small of her back if she happens to be standing in front of him.
He is strict, serious, and dignified. He is powerful and swift, and he and his partner have a large connection.
Physical Description:
Mokri Nìtsamsiyu's physique is slender and nimble; her body stands at 9' 5", and her frame is hued a light cobalt blue. She has jagged, fading navy blue stripes across her toned, blue tiger patterned bodice. She has white flecks around her face, peppering her cheekbones, the ridge of her nose, and her forehead. These also appear along her arms, and her stomach and legs. They appear translucent in the cover of night, and highlight her body and limbs more than her visage. Her tail is long and striped roughly with darker blue and a color almost the equivalent of black.
Her eyes are a bright yellow-green, seemingly glowing in the moonlight. They are round and show most of her emotions; her pupils dilate when under pressure or angered, and widen when interested or frightened. She has a tendency to roll her eyes a bit too often, no matter how what has been said to her. She often has to brush strands of her unkempt ebony hair out of her optics to see properly.
Mokri Nìtsamsiyu's hair is coiled in a tight braid, ending at the cusp of her tail, and resting on the bridge. She ties it together with gold braces or feathers, and sometimes leaves that are strong enough to hold it in place. She wears a leaf and feather covering, and a rugged, torn piece of old cloth to dress her lap. She wears golden bands and tassels on her arms, and one wrapping around her tail.
Her body is toned and her waist and hips are slim. Her body is an elegant curve, and her chest is a mere 32A, allowing her agility and stealth along the ground. She commonly runs on two legs, unless crouching and crawling is required. She is significantly taller than her sister, although they resemble a unique likeness in their bodily marking and they're off-setting eyes.
Personality:
Mokri Nìtsamsiyu is very loyal to her clan, and, holding her tribe's preferences, she is unaware and uncaring of what happens with the Tawtute and their metal birds. As long as they keep to themselves, and do not harm her clan in any way, she brushes them away with no heed. She is very motherly towards her sister, who she'd protect with her life if it were needed at the moment. She is a skilled, talented young hunter, and she has a full life ahead of her. She is not a hostile being, and tries to keep her and her sister out of violence, and although she cannot control what her younger sister does, she manages to keep her eye on her most of the time.
She does have a preference on males or females, but she does not desire a relationship or intimacy at this time in her life. She treats both with respect, and her equals as if they were brother and sister, and she understands that either does not need her protection as much as she thinks. She treats children in a way that a mother would, with exceptions if she must discipline or teach them. She is a stern mentor, but past the austere outer layer, there resides a soft-hearted, loyal female. She offers to watch the younger children if their parents must go out, and she enjoys hunting with her sisters and brothers on cool night or warm mornings.
The ancient blood of many hunters course through her veins, and her personality and abilities reflect this. Those who are considered her blood relatives are important to her, and very little of them are alive. Her grasp of English, the Sky People's language, is feeble, and she can only speak jumbled sentences and vague words, and she often mixes her race's language in to these words, making it hard to understand. She does not care of learning the language however, and only heard snippets in her tribe, from which she taught herself to speak.
Her preferences in her tribe are full, and she believes that, if left alone, the Tawtute will leave peacefully, unlike their predecessors. As a friend, she is loyal and open, as long as the actions are returned or mimicked a little. She is a very active hunter, and although she drifts from the tribe to hunt or ride her Ikran, she is commonly amidst the members of the Rokure, keeping to herself and sometimes conversing.
Talents:
Maneuvering - On Ikran/On ground
She can twist her body to crawl through nimble spaces, harsh inclines, and her Ikran can flip it's body so that it can maneuver through crags, and it can dip and ascend with blinding speed. She has a great connection with her mount; even the trickiest of instructions can be put into three or four words, and the beast will carry them out as if she had explained them fully.
Agility - On ground / On Ikran
She can move at very fast speeds, if they are required. Her Ikran is a tad more nimble and sleek than others, and this allows its speed to reach very high paces. This helps her hunt, in the air, or on the ground, and enables her to flee from danger quickly and silently.
Negotiation and Teamwork - Self-Talent
She has a very good grasp of what is going on, and her intelligence enables her to make quick and smart decisions. She works well with others, and is a very loyal companion whenever she is needed. She does not have much choice; her tribe means the world to her, and she wouldn't give it up for anything.
History:
The first born of two Na'vi parents, she was their only child for a while, and that was the way she enjoyed. She did not have to watch out for another young one, with her rapidly growing physique she was focused on perfecting her skills, learning her history, and building her strength. That was when she learned, when she was 7 years of age, that her mother was pregnant with another child; two, in fact. She was happy, overjoyed even, but she was unsure. Two births had never gone good with her family's bloodlines, and she was worried for the infants. When they were born, her fears were right. One was born still, the other babe a girl, their resemblances alike in skin and eyes. She was angry for a while; she believed the younger child had cause the death of her other sibling. But she softened soon after, grateful for the child to be alive. She warmed up to having a younger sister, and eventually began to teach her how to hunt.
When her mother died - killed by the Palulukan - she had to take care of her sister with her dad and keep an eye on her. Mokri Nìtsamsiyu was 15 at the time, her sister 7. As they aged, she became a respected hunter in her clan, and she kept her sister in check, most of the time. She was out hunting on night, alone, not her preferred way, when she saw the metal bird of the Tawtute's. She did not know what it was; it was many years after the Na'vi had seen humans or their mechanisms. She did not hurry back to her camp; others had seen the large thing before her, but she was still worried. She had heard of what the humans had done when she was little, which was a bit of time after the original humans had left. How did she know if they were not hostile? She brushed it off later, as no harm came to the land from what news had travelled. She almost forgot they were there, and if it weren't for the news of the lands and from other tribes, she would have forgotten completely.
She is now 22 years of age, a fine hunter, and still has her sister and father to look after. She has yet to come in contact with a human or another tribe member. She is very careful of her sister, and is commonly seen near, or within eyesight of her.
RP Sample:
Age: 22 years
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Race: Na'vi
Tribe: Rokure
Mount: Ikran
He is indigo, with green streaks lining his body. She has named him Karyu, meaning 'teacher', because she believes he can teach her things that another could not. He is middle-aged for an Ikran, and very dignified and serious, unless he feels rather happy that day. This might be the only time one may see him poke fun and tease with his partner. He is very affectionate with her though, and always places his nose in the small of her back if she happens to be standing in front of him.
He is strict, serious, and dignified. He is powerful and swift, and he and his partner have a large connection.
Physical Description:
Mokri Nìtsamsiyu's physique is slender and nimble; her body stands at 9' 5", and her frame is hued a light cobalt blue. She has jagged, fading navy blue stripes across her toned, blue tiger patterned bodice. She has white flecks around her face, peppering her cheekbones, the ridge of her nose, and her forehead. These also appear along her arms, and her stomach and legs. They appear translucent in the cover of night, and highlight her body and limbs more than her visage. Her tail is long and striped roughly with darker blue and a color almost the equivalent of black.
Her eyes are a bright yellow-green, seemingly glowing in the moonlight. They are round and show most of her emotions; her pupils dilate when under pressure or angered, and widen when interested or frightened. She has a tendency to roll her eyes a bit too often, no matter how what has been said to her. She often has to brush strands of her unkempt ebony hair out of her optics to see properly.
Mokri Nìtsamsiyu's hair is coiled in a tight braid, ending at the cusp of her tail, and resting on the bridge. She ties it together with gold braces or feathers, and sometimes leaves that are strong enough to hold it in place. She wears a leaf and feather covering, and a rugged, torn piece of old cloth to dress her lap. She wears golden bands and tassels on her arms, and one wrapping around her tail.
Her body is toned and her waist and hips are slim. Her body is an elegant curve, and her chest is a mere 32A, allowing her agility and stealth along the ground. She commonly runs on two legs, unless crouching and crawling is required. She is significantly taller than her sister, although they resemble a unique likeness in their bodily marking and they're off-setting eyes.
Personality:
Mokri Nìtsamsiyu is very loyal to her clan, and, holding her tribe's preferences, she is unaware and uncaring of what happens with the Tawtute and their metal birds. As long as they keep to themselves, and do not harm her clan in any way, she brushes them away with no heed. She is very motherly towards her sister, who she'd protect with her life if it were needed at the moment. She is a skilled, talented young hunter, and she has a full life ahead of her. She is not a hostile being, and tries to keep her and her sister out of violence, and although she cannot control what her younger sister does, she manages to keep her eye on her most of the time.
She does have a preference on males or females, but she does not desire a relationship or intimacy at this time in her life. She treats both with respect, and her equals as if they were brother and sister, and she understands that either does not need her protection as much as she thinks. She treats children in a way that a mother would, with exceptions if she must discipline or teach them. She is a stern mentor, but past the austere outer layer, there resides a soft-hearted, loyal female. She offers to watch the younger children if their parents must go out, and she enjoys hunting with her sisters and brothers on cool night or warm mornings.
The ancient blood of many hunters course through her veins, and her personality and abilities reflect this. Those who are considered her blood relatives are important to her, and very little of them are alive. Her grasp of English, the Sky People's language, is feeble, and she can only speak jumbled sentences and vague words, and she often mixes her race's language in to these words, making it hard to understand. She does not care of learning the language however, and only heard snippets in her tribe, from which she taught herself to speak.
Her preferences in her tribe are full, and she believes that, if left alone, the Tawtute will leave peacefully, unlike their predecessors. As a friend, she is loyal and open, as long as the actions are returned or mimicked a little. She is a very active hunter, and although she drifts from the tribe to hunt or ride her Ikran, she is commonly amidst the members of the Rokure, keeping to herself and sometimes conversing.
Talents:
Maneuvering - On Ikran/On ground
She can twist her body to crawl through nimble spaces, harsh inclines, and her Ikran can flip it's body so that it can maneuver through crags, and it can dip and ascend with blinding speed. She has a great connection with her mount; even the trickiest of instructions can be put into three or four words, and the beast will carry them out as if she had explained them fully.
Agility - On ground / On Ikran
She can move at very fast speeds, if they are required. Her Ikran is a tad more nimble and sleek than others, and this allows its speed to reach very high paces. This helps her hunt, in the air, or on the ground, and enables her to flee from danger quickly and silently.
Negotiation and Teamwork - Self-Talent
She has a very good grasp of what is going on, and her intelligence enables her to make quick and smart decisions. She works well with others, and is a very loyal companion whenever she is needed. She does not have much choice; her tribe means the world to her, and she wouldn't give it up for anything.
History:
The first born of two Na'vi parents, she was their only child for a while, and that was the way she enjoyed. She did not have to watch out for another young one, with her rapidly growing physique she was focused on perfecting her skills, learning her history, and building her strength. That was when she learned, when she was 7 years of age, that her mother was pregnant with another child; two, in fact. She was happy, overjoyed even, but she was unsure. Two births had never gone good with her family's bloodlines, and she was worried for the infants. When they were born, her fears were right. One was born still, the other babe a girl, their resemblances alike in skin and eyes. She was angry for a while; she believed the younger child had cause the death of her other sibling. But she softened soon after, grateful for the child to be alive. She warmed up to having a younger sister, and eventually began to teach her how to hunt.
When her mother died - killed by the Palulukan - she had to take care of her sister with her dad and keep an eye on her. Mokri Nìtsamsiyu was 15 at the time, her sister 7. As they aged, she became a respected hunter in her clan, and she kept her sister in check, most of the time. She was out hunting on night, alone, not her preferred way, when she saw the metal bird of the Tawtute's. She did not know what it was; it was many years after the Na'vi had seen humans or their mechanisms. She did not hurry back to her camp; others had seen the large thing before her, but she was still worried. She had heard of what the humans had done when she was little, which was a bit of time after the original humans had left. How did she know if they were not hostile? She brushed it off later, as no harm came to the land from what news had travelled. She almost forgot they were there, and if it weren't for the news of the lands and from other tribes, she would have forgotten completely.
She is now 22 years of age, a fine hunter, and still has her sister and father to look after. She has yet to come in contact with a human or another tribe member. She is very careful of her sister, and is commonly seen near, or within eyesight of her.
RP Sample:
It was morning, the sunlight dappling the ground and the warmth of the rays still drifting through the balmy forest. The mountains were normally cool, and the warmth was nice on her toned beryl skin. Plants burst to life around her, some coiling in defense as she slid past, her bow tapping against her ridge. Helicoradian towered above her, merely a few, scattered about. The foliage flexed at her presence, but did not withdraw in fright. The trees overhead rustled and cast their shadows along the sod, caressing her body and rippling along the ground. She sighed, her supple lips drawing back in a slight smile that lit up her defined features.
There was a subtle, sickly sweet scent to the air around her, and the varied insects around her cobalt blue figure buzzed angrily as she stepped nimbly over the knotted roots that gyrated over each other, tumbling and coiling and twisting about in gnarled clots. She picked her way through the rough tubers, her braces trembling beneath her bod as she heaved herself up through a parting in two plump branches, her back scraping against the scion behind her. She twitched the end of her tail gently, twisting her bodice around, her catlike ears flattening against her skull. The callous soles of her feet clung to the coarse timber beneath her, her crouching form balanced on the gnarled tree's limb. She parted her lips, as if to speak, but her pink tongue jutted out and slid over the flesh of her kissers. A sigh slithered out from the parting between her tongue and her lips, and she turned her body once more, leaping up onto the next branch and staggering to her back legs. She reached back behind her shoulder and unhooked the bow from her back.
She had no plan on shooting anything, but aim? She had missed the other day, almost fatally. Her eyes flickered across the copse's interior, the water beneath the layers of branches gurgling and bubbling soundly in the warm air. The female maneuvered stealthily beneath the branches, stepping down nimbly and securing a spot at the edge of a plump branch, twigs sticking out here and there, and leaves dressing it heavily. She peered over the edge; it was a straight fall down, and the river below had fallen about 25 feet. Perfect. She waved her tail in the air half-heartedly, her mind searching for the Ikran she had partnered with. Gently, the sound of wings filled the air. He had heard.
Her fangs flashed as her smile broadened, her eyes locating the flying beast. It's green-streaked indigo body hovered in the air for a moment, it's golden-amber eyes glancing down at her tauntingly before it drifted down to her level, clicking his jaws expectantly. She smiled softly at it and patted his neck, swiftly leaping up his side and twining her queue with his. Swift left, and drop down fast. she thought to herself, her body trembling. As soon as the last thought left her mind, the Ikran dived off the branch, sweeping his body down and swiftly carrying out the deed he was given.
Pull up, just a bit. she ordered, gently. He wavered in the air, and tilted his body forward, wind hitting her harshly. She grasped his neck, scanning the scenery of the mountains. He shook his gullet, giving a guttural noise that sounded like a low, teasing growl. Her smile crawled back along her face, patting the side of his throat roughly. The wind was sweet on the breeze, and as she stared out across the mountains, she felt her heart swell with pride. The land was beautiful; and she was proud to be a child of Eywa, underneath the beauty of this land.
